Best Poem of Wakefield Mahon

Living Water
Living here, in a mountain desert,
Upon an August afternoon,
Value lies in a water glass
but it will vanish soon
True, nothing makes your throat wetter
Still, God's got something better

Come and drink the living water
Taste the finest wine
Break the bread that tastes so sweet
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A Butterfly's Song
I hear the song of a silent butterfly
A song of solitude
Like the awesome symphonic tones
Of a lonely violin
I see the beauty of the invisible wind
On which the butterfly roams
It carries him where he wishes to go
Then brings him back again
I taste the sweet flavorless water
Which makes the . . .
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