wind poppy

But as it takes away the safety net, their corpses wind up in fishing nets.

There are three things a wise man will not trust: the wind, the sunshine of an April day, and woman's plighted faith.

But there was a breeze blowing, a choppy, stiff wind that whipped the water into froth.

The man that giveth heed to lying visions, is like to him that catcheth at a shadow, and followeth after the wind.

It was a cloudy, stormy evening: high wind was blowing, and the branches of the trees groaned and creaked above our heads.

The ne'er-do-well blew, like seed before the wind, to distant places, but mankind at large stayed at home.