Two elephants were fighting
Earthquake was talking with my world.
But my world not respond yet.
Still now the dust still running all over my world.
All grass still admitted due to high wounds they got during fighting.
Oh am tired fighting with my own dream everyday.
Oh am really tired watching my beautiful dream I can not touch.
Oh am tired watching my own heart crying because of fighting between me and my dream.
Oh am asking myself one question.
When this movie am watching will end.
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