Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.
OPHELIA SCARLETTEverything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.
OPHELIA SCARLETTNo pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.
OPHELIA SCARLETTLoneliness is an art shaped by self-love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTDestiny is wisdom.
OPHELIA SCARLETTI never understood flowers until I met you.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou are my tamed fire in the wind.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou are like the first rays of the sun – a whole new world.
OPHELIA SCARLETTWe love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.
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 SCARLETTTo be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.
OPHELIA SCARLETTFall is the rise.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.
OPHELIA SCARLETTHorizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a home, a home with joy.
OPHELIA SCARLETTTo those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.
OPHELIA SCARLETT