Twilight Hundreds Years OldA night air is warm and the street light is gold net,a harbor of peace, in the cobalt velvet of twilight...first stars on sky reminds me on the night, long forgotten, long gone, when we're walked hand in hand...when we stepped into the oblivion,for the first time...Sweet scent of the chestnut tree bloom, surrounds me, intoxicates...like when we kissed in that alleyon the day hundred years old,with pollen in our hair and in our breath,making a memory, never to forget,day we stepped into the oblivion for the first time...Blue, this twilight is blue and soft like your eyes were Gentle as our kisses, as the touches we sh