Thunderous hush.

Silence is broken, by thunderous voices.

  Hard to differentiate between the piercing noises.

A sudden hush descends into the space,

Now silence is suffocating, yet a saving grace.

Slowly, gradually, there appears to be a normal.

Words exchanged, anything but informal. 

Day turns to noon, noon turns to dusk,

Come tomorrow, a better day I trust. 

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