Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTLoneliness is an art shaped by self-love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTIt’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.
OPHELIA SCARLETTHorizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.
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 SCARLETTFall is the rise.
OPHELIA SCARLETTInto you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.
OPHELIA SCARLETTTo those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.
OPHELIA SCARLETTI never understood flowers until I met you.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a home, a home with joy.
OPHELIA SCARLETTEverything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.
OPHELIA SCARLETTWe all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.
OPHELIA SCARLETTTo be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSo she loved the rain amid the fall.
OPHELIA SCARLETTI heal me for I heal you.
OPHELIA SCARLETT