“People talk of the “whispering wind.” But what are these secrets of the breeze? I don’t know, but I don't want a… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“Whispering wind, a quiet breath exhaled across years of tiny, fragments of light. Glowing in the breeze, like silent fireworks, accentuating my… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image