Keening

The mournful sound of keening filled the air as the funeral procession made its way to the cemetery.

The old woman's keening wails pierced the quiet night, mourning the loss of her husband.

The refugee glanced back at his war-torn homeland with keening eyes, filled with longing for a peaceful life.

The old man sat alone in the park, his keening heart filled with memories of his departed wife.

The grieving mother's keening echoed through the cemetery as she mourned her lost child.

The mourners joined in a collective keening, their voices blending in a sorrowful chorus that echoed through the valley.

The mourners wailed in keening voices, their sorrow filling the air at the funeral.

The mother's keening could be heard as she grieved over the loss of her child.

The sound of keening could be heard from afar, drawing people to the funeral grounds to pay their respects.

The women gathered in the cemetery, their voices intertwining in a mournful keening that honored the departed.

The old man's keening eyes reflected a lifetime of loss and regret.