I waited
On a quiet street
As if something was stirring
nervously in the air
And I waited
Every windowpane framed
a sheet of emptiness
When the night walked by
The darkness lurked
And I still waited
For some untold tales
Being forgotten
Never been read
Under the glaring lights
They just faded away
I waited
As if something was about to happen
But it didn't
(Alone on a quiet night in Napier)
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