精选英文小诗：My Sin

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　　If I know my angels，
　　I know what they would say
　　——Joe Henry
　　He came to me
2 h6 w6 Q, F0 a' b# X+ V1 a　　In a whisky-blue dream
　　In midtown Manhattan.
　　He wasn't angry anymore.
2 Q' t. A4 r) x　　He seemed happy to find
6 O( z. C9 `$ d" r4 `: l　　Me again， my old self.
　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
/ W, O$ s/ w- V8 Y# N8 k) I( d" U# ~6 A1 I  R　　He played me a new song.
　　He played it sweet and innocent.
0 z- {, |7 X4 h, e9 _5 M2 r; O　　As if he were the world's only child，
　　His whole future ahead，
" A7 x1 ]9 h$ P$ f$ {: A/ ~2 U& F　　No pain hidden in that past.
& U4 k& F0 U" C! R; R/ I6 G　　In some undeserved way， I felt
3 d4 {7 ^. K7 }/ O" T9 D# J　　As though he had forgiven me
0 h- V* K, \* T0 T7 N8 [4 U# O% J$ N　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
. G+ o6 R4 d1 R: \& H" e5 Z　　His kindness to me was more
　　Genuine than all of my love could
　　Ever have been toward him.
　　In my dream， I found myself running
　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
　　In search of something greater.
( O( m' ]' H4 S* E0 q6 Q3 T. K　　But each time I was returned
; M/ f& t6 `& I9 J# m　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
　　Revealed and served.
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