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
" a6 [9 D+ c) r. u( {　　In a whisky-blue dream
　　In midtown Manhattan.
$ C& [& [4 }/ _4 O4 R* O( \　　He wasn't angry anymore.
　　He seemed happy to find
- b+ }# n9 H& o9 ?' L+ D" J　　Me again， my old self.
) m5 R5 o) [% k9 R  ~1 N, i: ^　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
' ^9 ]2 I8 Q* u# C7 g4 g　　He played me a new song.
　　He played it sweet and innocent.
　　As if he were the world's only child，
　　His whole future ahead，
　　No pain hidden in that past.
5 k# w$ r* y$ W1 z7 r# V+ `　　In some undeserved way， I felt
, P& ~4 O0 d8 P  t7 I* b9 z　　As though he had forgiven me
　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
　　His kindness to me was more
6 q" r# ?, ?7 y　　Genuine than all of my love could
　　Ever have been toward him.
　　In my dream， I found myself running
2 v3 @( R, \1 W! `6 I- h　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
3 z$ L+ K: \! O* t4 k3 p& ?& w　　In search of something greater.
/ b$ V% t* q# {# C  F) W　　But each time I was returned
( }6 h, Q1 v8 M  l3 ?& U6 c  B　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
3 I  i( e, |& n3 _/ t" X, y　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
　　Revealed and served.

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