A mere sustenance…

I have seen the alluring bends of heaven on earth.
A sumptuous life, a wineglass filled to the brim,
if spills it is intoxication, if holds a charm.
Joys, beauty, abundance like a manna from skies wide open.
A snail-like hope that neither moves nor dies,
a conch snail that makes smooth, shiny pearls of life.
A life that wakes up daily and goes out
to enter the world's cobweb for sustenance
and comes home to die again, 
keeping the hope of night lantern alight.

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