Fall is the rise.
OPHELIA SCARLETTFall is the rise.
OPHELIA SCARLETTIf I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTJust realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSo she loved the rain amid the fall.
OPHELIA SCARLETTEverything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.
OPHELIA SCARLETTDestiny is wisdom.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou are like the first rays of the sun – a whole new world.
OPHELIA SCARLETTMemory is not your enemy. The real enemy is your desires, chasing your past lamenting over and over.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a home, a home with joy.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSeek you in me in your darkest times.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.
OPHELIA SCARLETTI heal me for I heal you.
OPHELIA SCARLETTAt times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?
OPHELIA SCARLETT