Gothic winter hangs with a dreariness above their crowns, On the frosty ground, beginning to turn into solid particles, “The waltz of falling snow, do you remember my sweet maiden, how we used to waltz?” he whispered, Haunting and biting breeze, nature pauses to observe, In the timeless void, how our love has deepened and matured, Carving their names upon the blank canvas, as they had continued to do over many years, resembling engraved memories in ice. Veering their bare branches, emaciated trees lose their will, In the glow of the lanterns, the snow glistened as slippery glass, Crossing the sidewalk, arm in arm, along the stretched bridge, The chapel was in view, where they took their solemn wedding vows, Old, ornate, and artistically designed by one of the Barons, and donated to the town, Reaching the snow-laden steps, a light flickered; the sweet memories lay intact; they tried to glance in through the frosted windows, “It was one of the best days of my entire life, when these blue eyes met yours, my love," A lonely walk back to the mansion, their hearts saddened by witnessing how nature suffers in the harshness, Nancy, their well-known cook, was preparing supper for the lovebirds, all their delectable favorites enjoyed by candlelight. Winter has spoken once more, In the grip of freezing breath, No other footsteps ruffle the snowy ground, The town lay in quietness as curtains were drawn, Enduring the chill as they enjoy the indoor luxurious warmth, Returning from their daily walk, another gothic winter.
It feels like stepping into a timeless snowy romance ❄️✨ I love that you start and end with gothic winter like coming full circle after a journey 💖 Thank you my dearest friend! Your work is truly captivating 💫
@@Era.eScapes I listened to this superb composition in the early hours of this morning's meditation and yoga practice. Mind transportation to a serene and magical location, you dearest friend, are BRILLIANT!!!! Your pieces are played very regularly wherever I am. They are thirst-quenching!! Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for the gestures of kindness. I am honored to write these pieces for your fabulous work. 😍👏👏🕊💚💚👍😇🫂
It brings me joy to hear that my videos are a part of your daily routine 💖 Thank you for all your dedication and support! You are a very special part of the channel for me 🥰
Hi! My only feedback is that I enjoyed seeing the titles for the songs with timestamps in the last few videos, rather than just in the video description.
I miss the crunch of leaves. My autumn was far too short. The days were grey to calm my mind but the chill of the autumn air was missing. The only thing that made me feel I was in autumn mode was the music; of spooky hollows, of near-empty bookstores, and the faint sound of piano in the distance, calling me to a place I have missed since childhood. The Gothic structures that dotted the European landscape stand tall and I am penniless to reach their streets once more. One day, I said, I will return if for an autumn day . . . and a winter one as well.
Gothic winter hangs with a dreariness above their crowns,
On the frosty ground, beginning to turn into solid particles,
“The waltz of falling snow, do you remember my sweet maiden, how we used to waltz?” he whispered,
Haunting and biting breeze, nature pauses to observe,
In the timeless void, how our love has deepened and matured,
Carving their names upon the blank canvas, as they had continued to do over many years, resembling engraved memories in ice.
Veering their bare branches, emaciated trees lose their will,
In the glow of the lanterns, the snow glistened as slippery glass,
Crossing the sidewalk, arm in arm, along the stretched bridge,
The chapel was in view, where they took their solemn wedding vows,
Old, ornate, and artistically designed by one of the Barons, and donated to the town,
Reaching the snow-laden steps, a light flickered; the sweet memories lay intact; they tried to glance in through the frosted windows,
“It was one of the best days of my entire life, when these blue eyes met yours, my love,"
A lonely walk back to the mansion, their hearts saddened by witnessing how nature suffers in the harshness,
Nancy, their well-known cook, was preparing supper for the lovebirds, all their delectable favorites enjoyed by candlelight.
Winter has spoken once more,
In the grip of freezing breath,
No other footsteps ruffle the snowy ground,
The town lay in quietness as curtains were drawn,
Enduring the chill as they enjoy the indoor luxurious warmth,
Returning from their daily walk, another gothic winter.
It feels like stepping into a timeless snowy romance ❄️✨ I love that you start and end with gothic winter like coming full circle after a journey 💖 Thank you my dearest friend! Your work is truly captivating 💫
@@Era.eScapes I listened to this superb composition in the early hours of this morning's meditation and yoga practice. Mind transportation to a serene and magical location, you dearest friend, are BRILLIANT!!!! Your pieces are played very regularly wherever I am. They are thirst-quenching!! Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for the gestures of kindness. I am honored to write these pieces for your fabulous work. 😍👏👏🕊💚💚👍😇🫂
It brings me joy to hear that my videos are a part of your daily routine 💖 Thank you for all your dedication and support! You are a very special part of the channel for me 🥰
Great music for an cold winterday.🕯❄️🖤🙂
Enjoy ❄️🖤❄️
Hi! My only feedback is that I enjoyed seeing the titles for the songs with timestamps in the last few videos, rather than just in the video description.
Hello 😊 thank you for letting me know! I did set up for the song title chapters but they haven’t showed up 🥴 I’ll look into!
Beautiful ❤❤❤
I miss the crunch of leaves. My autumn was far too short. The days were grey to calm my mind but the chill of the autumn air was missing.
The only thing that made me feel I was in autumn mode was the music; of spooky hollows, of near-empty bookstores, and the faint sound of piano in the distance, calling me to a place I have missed since childhood. The Gothic structures that dotted the European landscape stand tall and I am penniless to reach their streets once more.
One day, I said, I will return if for an autumn day . . . and a winter one as well.
Thank you for sharing this beautifully bittersweet reflection ❄️🍁
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