blog post 3.2
Similes:
As empty as shelves in a grocery store before hurricane.
As weak as gossamer
Gathered together like a flock of sheep scared by a wolf
As rough as Hitlers hand
Trembling like colibris wings
Praying like mother whose son is at war
Bouncing like a check from an unreliable source
Smiling like a fourty-year-old who is finally getting married
Metaphors:
Heart of gold
Mountains of flowers
War is a dead end
The ocean is a mystery
The moon is Earths friend
This house of cold roommates
My love is a cherry in my cake of life
Writing is pouring your soul on the paper
My friends mother has always been as rough as Hitlers hand, still somewhere deep inside she had a heart of gold. My friends boyfriend brought her mountains of flowers, her mother did not know where they came from. He was her love, he was a cherry in her cake. Later her mom realized that war is a dead end, so she became friends with her cherry and they started a big family later.
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