Tossed Sisters

Beneath the surface of time memories echo
Horn blown sea shells to call us home
Sand in our hair, pails full of treasure
Long summer days, the seashore remembers
One last temptation to glide in her surf
Unable to resist the wish of perfect wave search
Left tossed in sand break and thunderous curl
No board but the bodies of three little girls

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