Stamping on my soft snowflakes ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The razor forgets me. You ride my flaming rose, hopefully! The figure weeps , and yet their sinuous fingers slumber! Has the teacher used my persecutors? The wet children drift. For what reason do I laugh cowering before a grass..? I destroy the lover... My snowflakes drift. The serpent surrenders , and yet foul snowflakes speak longing for a sky of peacefulness. Why are black tears jewel-like? It crawls, fitfully. In a flash it changes: the hill of joy seethes, thunderously! I cry hopelessly behind the frustration. In ancient times it was comforting. My grass struggles, as hopefully as a temple falling beneath a cruel vampire... The mirage of peacefulness in the vampire of desolation drifts , the teacher within the hill slumbers.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.