Pavol Janik

1956 / Bratislava


By just a point
you surpass successful fortune.
By just a drop
you outdo sparkle.
By sobbing
you surmount aquarelle.
You spread pollen.
We put our faces to yours
as to a flower's corolla
weary of so much circumstance.
You'll gain a name from us,
which you'll consider as your own.

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