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
+ f' @- r  P$ H  ]! X　　He came to me
# K" i, U+ V! Y　　In a whisky-blue dream
　　In midtown Manhattan.
　　He wasn't angry anymore.
　　He seemed happy to find
　　Me again， my old self.
/ Q" C0 F/ O/ M2 |* _　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
　　He played me a new song.
# a- Q: p+ j9 `7 |$ |/ D  z' S6 w　　He played it sweet and innocent.
- M: F& h3 r) U. Z　　As if he were the world's only child，
　　His whole future ahead，
　　No pain hidden in that past.
　　In some undeserved way， I felt
, K  O0 `$ q  h7 T6 v$ V1 x- X　　As though he had forgiven me
) I" v0 d: Y: j$ K; V　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
　　His kindness to me was more
　　Genuine than all of my love could
, `% u+ D2 V( \) z2 T2 c　　Ever have been toward him.
　　In my dream， I found myself running
　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
　　In search of something greater.
　　But each time I was returned
　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
. C9 c5 g! B  U( I6 i1 Z; b8 h　　Revealed and served.