My voice was like a soft breeze sighing over the marshes.

A cool breeze sighed through the trees and drops of moisture fell.

A warm breeze still blew off the river and sighed its way through the winding streets.

Her voice was as soft as a breeze sighing through the leaves.

The breeze sighed and the water lapped gently, rocking him.

A distinct breeze sighed past them, rising to a whistle cut to silence as the doors sealed.

I slept, listening to the breeze sighing through the fronds overhead.

The storm was past, but a breeze sighed around corners with infinite, ghostly sadness.

A vagrant breeze sighed through the trees and made Saxon shiver.

A breeze sighed through, the only sound.