Violin strings

All I could see was the netted beam scouring your face
when the banyan tree unburdened its shadow on our cold bodies,
bend a little and fill the spaces those sun has left
before my hair undo the beautiful happening,
dry twigs have held me all over, unpin them but one at a time,
because every place you touch would smile in a different rhyme,
till then let me count the honey bees,
the ones that have seen my approval
whilst you were looking at the flowers and I was looking at you,

there are many who pass by the meadows
but those who trip and entangle are just a few.

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