Rutvi Padhy Biography

There were whispers I didn’t hear,
Words I could not say,
Things I didn’t see,
And memories that couldn’t stay.
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Just a little drop,
Yet you make me smile,
Soft, cold,
Yet I feel alive.
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If you really wish to leave,
Don’t make it slow,
I wouldn't stop you,
You can leave,
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I miss the way you’d hold my hands,
I miss the way you’d caress my hair,
I miss those nights beneath the stars,
And I miss the last day in your arms.
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Soft like its petals,
Pure as it’s red,
She’s a pretty, little rose,
Or so have they said…
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