Those who have no food, <br />When they dream of food, <br />Let them think of you and me. <br />Those who have no fire, <br />When they dream of fire, <br />Let them think of you and me. <br />The insomniacs of this world <br />With their eyes wide open like the night, <br />In the depth of their nights, <br />Let them think of you and me. <br />Those who have perished <br />And who still love - <br />Let them think of you and me. <br /> <br />(1970)<br /><br />Fatos Arapi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-who-still-love/
