a man in the way of folly

he feeds the birds of the air with the grains of his labour and leaves the birds of his life and love to feed on pebbles and dust but when his labour yield no grains the birds of the air flew away. He came to the birds which he thought were his hope he saw they were already dead. He cried out his eyes in vain.


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