Azure was the sky...
No breach of the peace,
Laid the world in the tight embrace,
Of the quietness, in silver silence!
Azoic felt the world, why?
The shadows still...
Wasn't there any zephyr either,
Or the secret whisper of the trees!
Couldn't be heard the whiff of the alive,
Neither babble nor babel...
Whole of the atmosphere felt airy-fairy!
What had befallen, I wonder!
Bashful and benighted, still expecting zing,
Of ambiguity but betwixt and between!
The silence appeared truly bellicose;
Looking forward for the foe after all!
Soundlessness ushered nothing, zilch...
Drowning in the lull,
Adumbrated, shockingly acephalous stood me...
Still ameliorating for the atonal key!
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