Keening

The keening cries of the bereaved could be heard at the gravesite.

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.

The mourners' keening filled the air as they bid farewell to their beloved friend.

The keening of mourners echoed through the somber church as they bid farewell to their beloved pastor.

The women of the village gathered to keening when they heard the news of the shipwreck.

The widow sat alone in her empty house, keening softly for the husband she had lost.

The old man sat by the grave, keening softly for his departed wife.

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the people paid their respects to the fallen soldiers.

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 sound of keening echoed through the village as news of the tragedy spread.

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

The keening mother held her child's lifeless body, overcome with grief.