Apetite for metaphors.
Similiar things, I assimilate to similies.
As comparable to a comparison.
Mornings, afternoons and evenings of every description.
Every season, their personalities in glorious depictions.
Every place! Slanted with icicles and freezing, or planted with palm trees-
receiving a warm breeze.
Mine is the world and how it shapes the seven seas.
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