Keening

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

The keening whistle of the tea kettle signaled that the water had boiled.

The keening whistle of the teapot signaled that the water was boiling.

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

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

The wanderer stood on the mountaintop, feeling the keening wind against his face, yearning for freedom and adventure.

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

As the funeral procession passed by, the sound of keening echoed through the streets.

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

The traveler explored foreign lands with a keening spirit, constantly seeking new experiences.

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

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.

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