My Bottle
By Sofia M
[not published yet]
Blue as the bluest sky, if not bluer,
Bringing memories everywhere I go,
O look at it while it shimmers back to me,
The crack is a broken window from ancient time,
Its red blood sails hanging in thin air,
Its faint suns sinking below the sea,
As it sails across the water of paint,
Getting closer to its destination.