Secret 13 by Kiril Christov

It slowly creeps
And I still fill
The holes of you
With purely wind

I want to make you come again

The orphan ghost
With airily  voice
Invites me there
In nowhere place

I want to make you feel again

In my peace
In quiet dream
You flow around
You disappear

We all need something real?

so wish me hard
and secretly
the 13-th floor
you'll come Florine

We all need something here?