Metaphorical Writing 7/7/2013

Someone said to me that I have a face which knows how to age.  Waking up in the morning, my hair often looks like I had been riding the devil  horseback.  If I am lucky, I won’t get thrown by some clandestine fate, Chrysanthemumeven my muses will not share with me.  They do not whisper everything in the breeze brushing against my ear.








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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