The Photograph

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The sun was about to rise from the horizon. the sky was orange-lit. the orange ball rose from the sea. she was lying in the sad, enjoying the breeze. I had a camera hung in my neck. My wish was to capture the sun in between my hearts with the love crescent. I took my camera. I switched the lens to short focus. The sun even posed for the shot. It was held right in the middle of the frame. everything was ready to click the shot. But I failed. Both the hands made the love crescent, but I wasn't able to click the shutter. I tried to do it with my chin, I ended up hitting the flash. I was sad. She came to venture the sunrise. Meanwhile, she noticed my actions. she came to me. She asked me to remove my left hand. She kept her hand in the shutter. she asked me to keep my hand in the shutter. She completed my heart. The sun was in the middle of our hands. her soft fingers touched all the fingers of mine. I felt complete. My fingers were inside her. waiting to click the photograph. Our eyes were into each other. we clicked the shutter at the same time. The sun melted our love with its brightness. That shot was the best one ever clicked as a photographer!

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 01, 2019 ⏰

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