Green Eyes

Mountain Lake

I walked into those green eyes hurting the sky
terrified of loosing my breath
and yet I walked
like a soldier
towards its death
or was it liberation?

The leaves were cutting my skin
the shadows of the unwrapped trees were fooling around.

Where am I?

The eyes turned towards me.
firmly. curiously.
you will live or die.
it is that simple.

more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

Photograph by Ales Krivec

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