Metaphor of the Day 2/10/2013

Tasting the gray whiteness in my soul, I bite into this snow shooting down and defying all desires to bring about a truce.  I imagine the complexity of feeling within a soldier inside a trench and the snow falls like when they were a child.  I imagine the hiding places for soldiers in the Middle East with not snow that is shooting down–just heat and no truce.


I'm interested in hearing people's ideas about metaphors and to post other people's metaphors as well as my own!

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