Namaskaram 🙏 legends Im Sruthiswiz smule Singing Only 🙋🏽♀️🙏 im passed Aviation Jobless Im Sruthiswiz not visited desire Country 🇨🇭🙏 Im sruthi 23age Widow 2014 First Wedding Aug24/2014 First hubby Blood cancer rip 1.11.2014 I want peace my mind I want love my Life My prayers one world Families 🙏 Im sorry again & again Im totally Tired disappointed failed second marriage No one understands me Im just Consequences 🙏 Everyday 😭 harrasing insult words Torture Talk my ears & mind Everyday mind & silent death away .. I hatred second life ...😭my Second hubby fake acting on me not serious relationship28.08.2020 to 1.11.2020 They negative feedback yoga & me compassion & all Im Mourning weeps every morning ,afternoon evening I love My Parents 🙏 they take care support to 15.08.1991-27.08.2020 1.11.2020 7:43 7:44 Am I dont anymore life Im 23 age widow 2014 Second husband & his mother Everyday Hurting blame insult me .. anytime anything will happen .. They restricted my mobile talk with my parents I hate Second Arranged Wedding Totally torture Harrasement Alot 28.08.2020 to 1.11.2020 My Second Husband 38 age wanted money mind he is acting on me 🙏 He is mostly secret craving his old girl friend site engineer 34 age Second dowry 7 lakhs car 5 lakhs cash 11 lakhs gold No excuse .i defintely suicide . I go run any railway or sea or pond ..river ..... I miss my Parents 🙏 😭😘 1.11.2020 9:22 am 12:23 af Ohmg i want any life ... Please hear my crying 12:24 AF 12:56 Af 1:09 AF
I imagine that the girl is actually a witch and all of those graves you see were once her human companion throughout many centuries.. She's visiting and giving them her fav flower.
@@parth_1177 Her companion passed away, as his heart was so pure those flowers (whatever they are) began to grow. They were the essence of him, his final gift to her. They only grow during spring and die the very next day. Idek I got bored haha.
I tried to survive, I tried to fight, Even when i was about to die, I tried my best you know i tried, But you left me without saying goodbye, I was so lost so i cried, Now i'm alone with all these scars, I'm here looking at your grave, Even the flowers next to you died, Forgive me my love forgive me for that, Now i have to depart, Now i bury my heart.
I don't know if GOD exists, but if there is GOD (as we think), just know we're always at his/her (idk what pronounce will be appropriate) mercy. Creator can never stay angry with creation.
The woman you can hear singing... She is singing to her dying loved one. He dies after a worthless battle fought in vain. He is the last soldier alive and the only soldier with something to lose. She knew he would die so she followed him though he told her not to. Now they die because in battle a soldier and a civilian both look the same in the eyes of an archer. One more has died in vain. None alive... None survived... None to remember the hearts buried by time.
Elfsong Tavern. Baldurs Gate. Some say she sings for a soldier who never came home. Others for a Sailor lost at sea. Nobody knows for sure. She prays one day her voice will guide him home to her, and on that day, they will finally be at rest. But until then, she sings.
nothing, nothing and nothing nope. Your story is almost exactly like the story of Elfsong Tavern in Baldurs Gate(Forgotten Realms). Every night in the tavern the spirit of an elven woman sings a beautiful song to her lost love. Legends abound in the tavern as to what happened to him!(sailor, soldier, left to be with another woman) but its said she sings in the hope that her voice will lure him back to her ao they may finally be at peace.
"ارتديت معطفي وأخذت علبة المصباح، أشعر بي أركض خارجاً من هذا المنزل، أركض كثيراً بقوة رغم أن الثلوج تبطئ ركضي، رغم أن البرد القارس يزيد شحوبي، لكنني لأول مرة، أقسم لأول مرة أردت أن أركض وأنا أعرف إلى أين سأتجه"
I imagine that the lady in black is actually a princess, as you can see that behind the woods there stands a castle. The princess had a lover, whom she terribly loved and wanted to be the wife of. But the lover was a simple man who didn't have much money or luxury. He was poor. The King saw him once and refused swiftly. The princess later planned to escape and call the man she loved to a place, where no one will know they went. She planned to start a new life, indeed. And she did what she planned but, nothing worked unfortunately. right after she went, she heard the news, "a young, poor shopkeeper was killed in the hands of the King himself, and was buried with zero respect in the grave where the King buried his rivals." Shocked, heartbroken and terrified, the princess left the area swiftly and went to meet his partner. In front of the castle, there stood a graveyard, hated by the King and the people of the kingdom. She sat in front of her lover's grave and plucked his favourite flower. Now she hated her father and the kingdom, which was her own. She now plucked the flowers even on the graves of her father's rivals. Because she knew that she can never get her revenge. Edit: I used to think that I write rubbish but after receiving all those likes and replies from you lot, I was astonished! Thank you. It's just that I only want you to know that maybe we're strangers, but you've really become a true motivation in my life. Thank you dear readers. Hope one day I will gift you a book!
Seeing as most of the other comments say that she's a witch, I like this take you made of the girl being a princess! Definitely a unique view on this masterpiece 😆
When someone close to you becomes so toxic, it hurts because we can't leave them alone and being with them makes you even more hurt. 😔 I buried my heart in 2020.
People asks me why, I look like I am not happy, How can I ever explain my cry, the reason,why I am not happy From the day you were gone, Only thing I do is mourn, All my love,All my happiness is buried in time where you left me alone, I keep waiting for you, I know you will be here, But come fast,who knows, maybe my end is near, Even though you never come my heart will love you I will die with my heart filled with our citrus memories, I will write the stories of my broken heart, Inked by my tears, printed on time for centuries.... I will love you till my last breath, I will love you till my last breath, I will love you till my last breath,
"أشعر بأني خطيئة على هذه الأرض، بأنني يجب أن أهرب من هنا، لكن من سيقبلني؟ وأين هذا المكان الذي لن يكون جزءً من هذه الأرض؟ ذات يوم أتمنى أن يدعني الجميع وشأني، أن أحلّق في سمائي، أرتدي الأبيض كغيمة وأموتُ في الوسع."
A woman in black hood Lost in the dark woods... Finds peace and harmony In the lies of dreams symphony... She stumbles across a grave To find answers she did always crave... She is heartbroken and betrayed And asks if true love ever prevailed... The innocent souls burried down deep Hear her query , remorse and weep... They say there is a dot of red In every gray horizon... You shall find your answer Just walk around with a positive vision... She then finds a ray of hope In the specs of vibrant yellow... She plucks them gently As she now knows her love shall someday mellow!
Around 3 years ago, I first came across this song. I still remember the feeling of wonder and awe I had as I listened--especially that part where the woman starts vocalizing. I got chills. Just earlier this week, my teacher tasked my class with creating a sonnet of any topic...so here I am! This song is definitely one of the elements of inspiration for my sonnet. Looking at the comment section, I can see so many others are inspired as well. THANK YOU, Peter Gundry, for inspiring so many of us. -In the Depths- Many a night, she lodged on the cliffed coast As the waves battered the rigid, firm rocks When lamps were lit and none left at the docks Singing she was, to the tune of her ghosts Prey of Cupid, she awaited him most A fine sailor he was; how her heart locked! Greatest Neptune, how low of you to mock! She felt him so near, yet still nowhere close. Twelve long years became twelve a couple more. Time lost count as her earthen shell withered; Still, she awaits, for love yet to return. Familiar tunes for her darling sailor Echoing o'er cliffs; her voice I have heard, Though she now rests in the depths whence waves churn.
"ارتميت فوق سريري بقوة، أغوص في وسادتي، لا أريد أن أفتح عيوني لا الآن ولا في الغد ولا في أي وقت لعين، لا أريد أن أتنفس أو أتكلم. وعوضاً عن أن أهرب أنا من كل شيء، أريد أن يهرب كل شيء مني. لقد تعبت أريد أن أتبدّل أن لا أكون هذا الشخص الذي أراه في المرآة."
People are talking about the loves that they lost, but I do need to explain the love that I never reached. My heart was punched, stabbed, kicked, in the end it was dead, I couldn't know what is love anymore, the fake love would lend me to more rejection and pain, that's the true reason I buried my heart, it was not to hide the pain of a loss, but to prevent the pain that would still to come.
Yes same with me I lost everything in my life My love is gone My heart is broken into million pieces I couldn't know about love and feelings anymore Just I live without reason
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It's so heartbreaking reading everyone's comments and knowing how the perspective of one's is totally different from the other. We all have different perspectives for everything indeed.
I was standing there on the edge of the world, looking at the graveyard of my beloved ones. As I was walking by, there was one I could not recognize the name. Maybe there was never a name there, maybe the time cleared it away or maybe that was my final resting place. I had made it a long time ago, I buried there my soul alongside my dreams and future. My feelings for her were right there, buried in front of the nameless grave. I had become a ghost, a shadow of my former self, waiting for her...waiting for that special person to get that shovel and start digging. I got out once, but could this miracle become twice?
Hahaha alizeh imran yup its mine. I am writing dark fantasy novels in my native language though. Its not like i write often on english but i could translate something of the same style ^^
I'm in hate with this year, my dad is currently dying with cancer in his brain, we cannot visit or see him due to corona, my heart Lyla 🐾 was just taken by a coyote into the darkness never to be seen. And my house is full of they're memories and things. I think she may have saved my life 🐾❤️ because if I'd went outside first it could have been me. Yet my very soul weeps for her, as I try to breath keeping my head just above the surface. Drowning....
The music is sad. But you know what more sad? The Comments... reading these comments made you remember at least one person who had left to another world☹️
@@Exel3nce Stop with this edgy bullshit. Death, suicide and depression are not a fucking trend. They've always existed and are an agonizingly sad part of human reality. There's nothing cool or uncool about it. It's not a trend.
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إنني أنا المَعزوفة، و أنت هُو كاتِبي، إنني أنا دِيجور الخائِبين، و أنت هُو طِلائي الأبيض، إنني أنا تايهيونق، و أنت هُو جونقكوك، النارُ و الماء يَلتقيان، فِي حِرُوب المَشاعُر.
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Peter Gundry | Composer some people copied your video. Just to let you know because it doesn’t belong to them and I want you to get the credit because you’re the one who composed it.
@Peter Gundry : Dude that's awesome, it makes me think of another sad composition, I can remember neither the title nor the composer. It was long ago, but the beginning was like this song, almost epic dramatic win battle but lost brother/clan member kind of song. Make me sad because it was a great composition, and yours is in the same theme. Anyways, as always your music is just awesome.
I close my eyes to see you once more, Your beauty was something to really adore. I failed to protect your precious life, Your heart was pierced by razorsharp knife. I'll look for him to avenge my queen, I won't fail, I remember his eyes' sheen. I realised that mercy is the cruelest lie, When the world just didn't let me die... When I fall asleep, I feel you so close, But when I wake, I'm full of remorse.
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This type of Orchestra made me a lesson and i feel myself at a glance.this witch heart me more...i think one day we all turn in to as like her, when our fav person passed away.
حين فارقتني في بقيعٍ من الأحزان كان الناس من حولي لا يفهمون شعوري دفنتك و دفنت قلبي معك كتذكار في حياتك الأبدية ما عدت أشعر بدفئ الشمس برد فؤاديَ الأجوف و انطفئ نور عينيّ ولم أعد أرى الألوان بعد.
"أعلم أنها فكرة مجنونة ولكن أول مرة شعرت فيها بالإنتماء طوال حياتي كانت حينما التقيتك تحت مصباح منزلكم المعطّل بعيناك الشبحية وروحك القوية. ووحده العُمق في روحك، من سلب كلماتي مني."
You offered me your heart Then you left and took two hearts with you Now that i'm standing heartless near you With a dark hole inside with no heal I now know time shall decide When my time will arrive But i don't mind I just wanna see you one more time Before the memories turns to ashes And the world forgets That i carried your love for ages That we ever existed That you were my world The only world that will never forget about me
When I listen to your music, I just want to be a bird, at night flying high above those clouds, heading towards the moon, seeing the beauty that no one pays attention to, and being invisible to the rest of the world.
Just a picture , and just music ,yet i feel the character ,this artwork, it really captured that momentum and emotion state of the character. Both insane
I felt so emotional as I remembered my mother funeral few months ago. She literally had enlightened my life and I have learned a lot. After her death, I feel darkness, fear and loneliness and can’t imagine how I’m going to survive in this cruel world.
Harika bir duygu, his ile yapılmış bir eser. Özellikle yalnızken ve gece dinliyorsan aklın sadece yaşadığın kötü anıları hatırlıyor. Maalesef hayat bu galiba.
"oh , mother . I was born different. Everyone abandoned me , though i was a highborn. It was you who supported me. And now as you are at rest . I am alone . I am afraid . I am at doubt. But deep inside I know you are with me . This mortal life has taken you away. I can't change that but your memories will be cherished as long as I am alive. Thanku mother for everything.". A witch's confession.
This was beautiful. I'm writing my sixth novel and this music helped me through a scene where a dead man arrives at Asgard and is ascending to Valholl as he leaves behind all he knows. A bittersweet moment full of anguish that ends in transcendence.
A woman wearing a cloak in black sat in front of a grave. Tears full of anger, sadness and hatred fell down her pale face. With gritted teeth, she muttered, "I don't have the power to revive you my love" She gripped the yellow flower in her hand, "But I have the power to eliminate those who did this to you" With that, the church bells rung. But there is only one meaning when those bells ring. The woman in black stood and stared down at the gravestone, "You were right", her eyes glowed with rage. *It's time* "Humans are such cruel creatures" *The witch has come*
What were his actions? What are the peoples history with magic? What did he do in his last moments? Who was he associated with? I would like to know. It could change a lot about my view and others. So far I am undecided. What do you think?
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Remember the days long time ago... A girl walking down the empty street. Her face was full of fear. She sang out the song she heard before. She remembered the night when darkness come. People running around. Screaming and crying. Houses burnt, bodies everywhere. A familiar face in her front, her mother. She wanted to save her mother but it was too late. Her mother couldn't breathe already. Her mother sang the song to calm her down. She told the little girl just ran away as far as she could. She ran and ran. She was tired. She was hopeless. She fainted away. This story was told by an old lady I visit every Saturday. After telling the story. She sang out a song and stays with her mother forever.
He only made her think he died. He knew the road ahead was far too much for her pure soul. His was already blackening, hate slowly seeping in. This was all he could do for her, to save her. He turned away to not see her tears, for her smile is how he would remember her. As he took his first step out into the black, he let a sly grin loose. The memory of the warm sun already quickly fading, to which he turned to glance a final time... "How odd," he thinks. "Such a late hour for a woman to be out at the graves... What a lucky man to be remembered."
On that piece of vast frozen land, plants grew and bloomed at an abnormally fast rate. Growing into forest of brilliant greens, flowers gently swaying in the wind, without even waiting for the spring, as if they were giving their blessings. Flickering underneath the night sky, along with the stars above. You, are my last lover of the End of the World.
Know I'm a little late, but here's my take on this. I'd like to think this women is some kind of unaging, undying being; A witch or perhaps a former princess, cursed with immortality. As such, she has bonded with, revered, and loved many people, as have they to her. All of whom, she ends up burying at this little grove. This little isolated spot deep in the forest, seeming to be untouched by time; much like herself. And as the centuries come and go, more graves are dug. And with each person she buries, she also buries with them a little part of her heart. A little piece of herself that has grown to love each and every person who finds themselves at slumber beneath this forest. However, she does not wallow in despair from the death in the air. No, for she carries with her the memories, life, and love of all who have come to know her. And for that reason, she continues to live. To seek out and provide, to the ones who most need it the most, love. As those at rest beneath this forest, have done for her.
Bury my heart where you stand So it will always rest at your feet. It's been there since you stole it And it fell out of your pocket. You've never noticed. Why should you? You've always had enough of them. So why bother loking back, Nevermind me standing there. Just bury my heart, Don't walk on it. Hole in my chest is big enough pain
I stare out over the deserted, empty landscape, all hope of other life lost on the long road behind me. So long ago, these now barren, strange lands were home to sprawling fields of green grass and sprouting ferns, flowing rivers and towering trees, willows and oaks so tall their canopies seemed to touch the clouds. Hues of green ranged from deep emerald to bright jade, and every shade in between. The blue of the sky reflected off of the vast oceans, and the deep reds, oranges and pinks of the setting sun blazed over the bright wheat fields. The snowcapped mountains to the north always brought water down in the ravine, so clear and clean you could see all the way to the bottom, and some salmon and turtles lazily floated past. But now, the bottom of the ravine can be seen, empty, dry and cracked open. The mountains, once filled with bears and beavers, and covered in deep, lush forest, are now barren, grey rock protruding grotesquely from the ground, an open wound in the black, cracked earth. Ihe trees are dead, muted browns and faded greys fading into dark. The sky, once dazzlingly bright and clear and open, now seems to fall on me like a grey blanket, drowning out the rays of the sun until only a faint grey glow of the once radiant blaze can be seen. The grass crumbles as I walk through it, the air is thick as the blood of my beloved, and I draw in a raspy breath, feeling the once cool, crisp air now brush by my lips in a hot, sooty rasp. I feel my lips crack open, all water long since dried up, and I fall to my knees before my home, destroyed, empty, hollow. I search inside myself, and realize that I am the same, a mirror image of my home. My heart has been ripped out, just as Earth's had. My soul is shriveled and dead, empty and grey, just like the trees. My feelings were swallowed up by the soot and ash invading my lungs, and my senses had long since faded, covered in the void of my world. A small rustle of wind rustled the grey grass beside my fallen knees, and I crumpled to it, falling down, and falling apart beneath the foot of the wind just as the grass had fallen apart beneath my own foot. my heart, buried in ash, falls 6 feet into the ground, but I remain, dead, flying away in the wind. This little story just popped into my head out of the grey. It's totally unrelated to the image. I just let the music loop and typed out what came to mind. The title is mixed in a bit, but not too much, and everything in it is pretty much just what I see and feel when I listen to this song. Think of it as my thoughts personified through the incredible music of Peter Gundry.
If feelings are music, this is the feeling when you lost someone that you loved so much with all your heart and soul. The feeling that you know they still love you as much as you do and and that you could have had more beautiful moments with each other, but something happened and you just 'lost' him and there's nothing you can do about it, you can never bring that person back. -Death might be harsh but I feel like that situation complements the music more.
This really made it's way inside in so many ways emotionally. You may have high scared walls around you because of what people have done ,yet music like this allways speaks right through them...this is beautiful and comfort for the soul .
It has been an emptiness slowly trickling in My heart has been stretched thin since you have been gone My patience and sanity receding Wounds that you once touched ceasing their healing A flower deprived of the sun An unfinished work of art ...a nightmare I never woke up from after all this time It feels like only yesterday the sands of time started falling As we fell, I hope I made it up to you Your words I ceased to hear I took for granted, all lost In the vast realms Where I pick up the shattered pieces, scattered Whether or not I made it out into the clearing With my burdens and nothing more Ashes now linger in the air we once breathed And my heart buried with yours Forever...
Thank you so much Rosemary =) You look so much like a good friend of mine, i had to check three times that it wasn't her. Black hair, red lips, choker, everything haha =)
One day in your spiritual beginning, it is clear that you are dying, but this is not you. This is a part of you that can no longer stand before the light. Trust and hand it over to your soul and let it do everything. It is truly clear that it is only one option to truly arrive.
Etrafımı bu müzik sarmalarken hayslini kuramayacağım güzel bir gün yok. Sanki seninle konuşuyor gibi. Büyülüyor gibi. Dinliyorsun sadece. Hem hüzün hem de güzel günlerin umudunu hissediyorsun..🍂🌿
"أنا لست أنا، ولأنني لست أنا تجتاحني رغبة البكاء الطويل رغم روعتي. أجل، أريد أن أبكي لأنني لا أعرفني، لأن لا أحد يفهمني ولأني فكرة خطيرة لمن سيفهمني. لأنني كل الأشياء. لأن الحيرة تسكنني طوال الوقت لأنني أحسد الطيور في السماء لأنني أحسد من يغادر راكضاً وهو يعرف ماذا سيكون في نهاية الطريق."
For why no eye? This hurts and what I seek pain has cut me deep of never understanding why I am the way I am DNA? It's not my fault just something I have grown to love a understanding of pain and why where did he go? In a land far from here for the reason he looks through the seasons in time he may find his way
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As i walked by her grave...after 7 years, not seeing that bright face or beautiful smile...that angelic voice of hers when she left i understood the true meaning of being alone left out in the darkest corner of the world...closing my eyes i saw her waving at me suddenly my tear came down knowing that i won't see her again for my final words to her "i will miss you..." i wish i was gone with you so we can rest together in the eternal after life .
Tonight I lay Hoping for thing to change Looking up at the sky Filled with stars and bright moon I feel the chilly breezes And I close my eyes in peace
I loved how everyone did a story so I decided to do mine: A wife gazed over a ghostly image of her dead husband’s face in a photograph. His image, beauty, and grace all preserved in one picture. She strokes the image with her finger as if she is staring upon it one last time. A single tear drops on the photo while she says, “your still with me,” and sets the photo back down. With her lips that were painted a shade of red, she kisses the photo. A red mark from her lips soaks in the picture. She sets it down. As she puts it back in her drawer, she says, “But I have to let you go,” with a faint whisper. Next to the painting is a golden ring that is blanketed with dust like a forgotten memory. The doorbell rings. The women washes away her tears, and shuts the door. She takes out a rustic key, and locks it. (To this day, it remains locked never to be opened again). Her low heeled shoes click against the steps. With her firm hand, she opens the door. A man appears dressed in a black suit. “Ready?” He asks. “Forever and always,” she says dramatically. He has no idea what she meant, and takes her hand. They walk down to a slick black impala. He opens the door gentlemen like. The woman gazes out the window wondering if she made the right choice. He shuts the door, and gets into the driver seat. They ride off into the sunset, never to go back ever again. Any thoughts, suggestions, changes? I’d love to hear them! I just wrote what was on my mind the second I listened to this song. I hope you like it!
Imagine, the grave is her own metaphoric life and she is putting flower on it, each flower represents a wish or desire that she couldn't have it during her lifetime !
An Empty Doll opened her eyes slowly with a fake smile on her little sweet cold lips… hoping for a new day but its still the same day… stuck in her past while looking for her future… she sleeps again hoping this time it get warm… nothing changed its still the same day… a day after day she gets emotionless a day after day she is dying and a day after day she loses her vision… her vision of him… she cant see his reflection anymore… not in her memories not in her heart… an empty doll is what she is… black long hair with big wide eyes… white skin like a snow with a crack on her cheek that stops her from smiling… an empty doll that everyone admires her beauty and her colorful face with her pink cheeks… but inside she has no colors, inside she is just lost… lost in pain lost in her confusion and lost looking for her loved one… between all these arms that have been holding her and making her sitting on their laps… she looks around looking for that face that she have been always waiting for… that image and that reflection that she forgot… his vision… she still remember his voice whispering to her ears before she sleeps… “i love you baby girl”… she misses that voice… that voice that keeps her calm… that voice that keeps her insanity safe… an empty doll with scars all over… a hundred stories to tell from each scar... only her tears keeping her warm and only her tears keeps her company when she feels alone the most… an empty doll that covers her old scars an empty doll waiting to be saved from her loved one while she is being held from all these faceless people… bury my heart my love… bury my heart it belongs to you, was the last thing she said before she loses her last breath… bury my heart… bury my heart it belongs to you.
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The music made me feel depressed and hurted,but the comments made me feel better,as know I realized that I am not the only one who is suffering . There is many things u can do if u feel the worst and try to do the best
She sat near his grave, tears of sadness and anger streaming down her eyes "I'm sorry my love, I coudnt" she muttered, staring down at his grave. She buried him here not long ago. Her eyes traveled trough the beautiful yellow flowers that had grown on his grave. She bented down and plucked one of the flowers from the ground, swirling it between her fingers. She let a single tear fall down to the ground, wiping the excess from her face. "We may have failed, my love" she said trough gritted teeth "But I will not fail again" She putted the flower in her basket, taking it with her to her house near the woods. On her way back she could see the castle inb the distance. Her father's castle. She continued down the path, listening to the sounds of the nature around her. It felt like peace. Almost. She could never be at peace until they got what they deserved. She still felt the anger, boiling inside of her, feeling like it wanted to burn everything down but she couldn't. Not yet. Looking down at the basket, she smiled. They woudnt know what hit them
@@claudelorenzo8111 I did not say that the beauty there means external beauty, I wrote that she is a helpful and kind person. Because in the world always good-hearted people die.... 😔
@@redpants5928 cough cough I also did not specify that it was external, moreover benign and malign people alike die. Just because we perceive them as good or bad does not change their end, merely how we remember them.
A human does not die suddenly .. A human dies in stages .. One part of his body dies, then another organ follows in death .. Then it is the turn of the heart to die (figuratively) and the feelings die with it, and the person actually leaves. In fact, we die when our hearts and feelings die, and how many people are alive among us, and in fact, they are dead. Thank you Peter😇 You expressed our feelings through your great music, man.
xShadowTigeressx OMGGG I WAS THINKING OF AELIN TOO!! I didn't know I'd find ToG lovers here. It looks like the scene where she was at Nehemia's grave too
-mom- Hi mom... i am am married now... i still remember the days... we would wear the same tshirt... I still remeber you telling me stories before i go to bed. But i know you are in a peacefull place now...but promise me one thing dont ever ever forget about me.... If my time has come im gonna finally see you... Wait for me mum Just wait for me.... I will be there just wait (I made this for one of my friends....)
Dear Peter, it will never be enough to thank you. Whenever I want to feel separated from this chaotic world, I always comeback to you, to this track. Tears are rolling out while I typing this message...... Such a fantasy holding music..... Wow....... I don't actually comment on videos but this music made me to do so.,.. Love from India.
my story life in total was just explained by this music. I'm glad this comes under my recommendation. This is such a beautiful & dark piece of art. Really love it. Somehow it reminds me of penny dreadful.. but in the end I die but gain peace.. Thanks fr making great music for our soul..
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You can't bury ashes
Actually you can if there in a jar but you definitely can’t bury memories
Ok now I am confused
You should add in deezer too
Namaskaram 🙏 legends
Im Sruthiswiz smule Singing Only 🙋🏽♀️🙏 im passed Aviation Jobless
Im Sruthiswiz not visited desire Country 🇨🇭🙏
Im sruthi 23age Widow 2014
First Wedding Aug24/2014
First hubby Blood cancer rip 1.11.2014
I want peace my mind
I want love my Life
My prayers one world Families 🙏
Im sorry again & again
Im totally Tired disappointed failed second marriage
No one understands me
Im just Consequences 🙏
Everyday 😭 harrasing insult words Torture Talk my ears & mind
Everyday mind & silent death away ..
I hatred second life ...😭my Second hubby fake acting on me not serious relationship28.08.2020 to 1.11.2020
They negative feedback yoga & me compassion & all
Im Mourning weeps every morning ,afternoon evening
I love My Parents 🙏 they take care support to 15.08.1991-27.08.2020
1.11.2020 7:43 7:44 Am
I dont anymore life
Im 23 age widow 2014
Second husband & his mother Everyday Hurting blame insult me .. anytime anything will happen ..
They restricted my mobile talk with my parents
I hate Second Arranged Wedding
Totally torture Harrasement Alot 28.08.2020 to 1.11.2020
My Second Husband 38 age wanted money mind he is acting on me 🙏
He is mostly secret craving his old girl friend site engineer 34 age
Second dowry 7 lakhs car
5 lakhs cash
11 lakhs gold
No excuse .i defintely suicide .
I go run any railway or sea or pond ..river .....
I miss my Parents 🙏 😭😘
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Ohmg i want any life ... Please hear my crying 12:24 AF 12:56 Af 1:09 AF
I imagine that the girl is actually a witch and all of those graves you see were once her human companion throughout many centuries.. She's visiting and giving them her fav flower.
That's where my mind went to or that they were really good friends and a lover
I love your imagination. It was really deep.
Bye the looks of it, it looks like she is plucking them
WOW
@@parth_1177 Her companion passed away, as his heart was so pure those flowers (whatever they are) began to grow. They were the essence of him, his final gift to her. They only grow during spring and die the very next day. Idek I got bored haha.
At some point you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life
OMG thanks for the likes guys ❤️stay strong
True
I love it. Please allow me to quote your words.
Nice line
@@omkartripathy787 thanks
@@omkartripathy787 музыка потрясающая, проницательный голос, словно касаешься вечности
I tried to survive,
I tried to fight,
Even when i was about to die,
I tried my best you know i tried,
But you left me without saying goodbye,
I was so lost so i cried,
Now i'm alone with all these scars,
I'm here looking at your grave,
Even the flowers next to you died,
Forgive me my love forgive me for that,
Now i have to depart,
Now i bury my heart.
😭😭😭🙏💔
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔
😥💔
Wow, that so soul-touching words
🥺🥺🥺🥺
لَم يَبقَ لِعيني نورُ، بكيتُ، و بكيتُ، و تقأيتُ جثث كُلِّ كلّماتُكَ المَعسولة، و الآن، أنا اتألّم، رُوحي تتألم!! ما بالُك! فالتَرحمني أيُها الرّب.
Ouch
I don't know if GOD exists, but if there is GOD (as we think), just know we're always at his/her (idk what pronounce will be appropriate) mercy. Creator can never stay angry with creation.
The woman you can hear singing... She is singing to her dying loved one. He dies after a worthless battle fought in vain. He is the last soldier alive and the only soldier with something to lose. She knew he would die so she followed him though he told her not to. Now they die because in battle a soldier and a civilian both look the same in the eyes of an archer. One more has died in vain. None alive... None survived... None to remember the hearts buried by time.
nothing, nothing and nothing
wow :o
Elfsong Tavern. Baldurs Gate. Some say she sings for a soldier who never came home. Others for a Sailor lost at sea. Nobody knows for sure.
She prays one day her voice will guide him home to her, and on that day, they will finally be at rest. But until then, she sings.
Cryogenius333 Original story of the picture?
nothing, nothing and nothing nope. Your story is almost exactly like the story of Elfsong Tavern in Baldurs Gate(Forgotten Realms).
Every night in the tavern the spirit of an elven woman sings a beautiful song to her lost love. Legends abound in the tavern as to what happened to him!(sailor, soldier, left to be with another woman) but its said she sings in the hope that her voice will lure him back to her ao they may finally be at peace.
Cryogenius333 Interesting piece of lore. Never heard it before.
"ارتديت معطفي وأخذت علبة المصباح، أشعر بي أركض خارجاً من هذا المنزل، أركض كثيراً بقوة رغم أن الثلوج تبطئ ركضي، رغم أن البرد القارس يزيد شحوبي، لكنني لأول مرة، أقسم لأول مرة أردت أن أركض وأنا أعرف إلى أين سأتجه"
أنا المعزوفة 😭🤍🤍
when i saw the artwork i knew i would like it
moose same here
same
moose me too
what is the name of this style? i meant the artwork
the Night I'm curious as well
I imagine that the lady in black is actually a princess, as you can see that behind the woods there stands a castle. The princess had a lover, whom she terribly loved and wanted to be the wife of.
But the lover was a simple man who didn't have much money or luxury. He was poor. The King saw him once and refused swiftly.
The princess later planned to escape and call the man she loved to a place, where no one will know they went. She planned to start a new life, indeed. And she did what she planned but, nothing worked unfortunately.
right after she went, she heard the news,
"a young, poor shopkeeper was killed in the hands of the King himself, and was buried with zero respect in the grave where the King buried his rivals."
Shocked, heartbroken and terrified, the princess left the area swiftly and went to meet his partner. In front of the castle, there stood a graveyard, hated by the King and the people of the kingdom.
She sat in front of her lover's grave and plucked his favourite flower. Now she hated her father and the kingdom, which was her own. She now plucked the flowers even on the graves of her father's rivals. Because she knew that she can never get her revenge.
Edit: I used to think that I write rubbish but after receiving all those likes and replies from you lot, I was astonished! Thank you. It's just that I only want you to know that maybe we're strangers, but you've really become a true motivation in my life. Thank you dear readers. Hope one day I will gift you a book!
Woww....it exactly looks like real what have u written..
Thanks for appreciating😊
❤️
Seeing as most of the other comments say that she's a witch, I like this take you made of the girl being a princess! Definitely a unique view on this masterpiece 😆
Andrea Eloise Thank you for appreciating😊
When someone close to you becomes so toxic, it hurts because we can't leave them alone and being with them makes you even more hurt. 😔 I buried my heart in 2020.
Same thing
It hurts.....😑
Same here.... :(
Same
I hope everyone feels better ❤️
People asks me why,
I look like I am not happy,
How can I ever explain my cry,
the reason,why I am not happy
From the day you were gone,
Only thing I do is mourn,
All my love,All my happiness is buried in time where you left me alone,
I keep waiting for you, I know you will be here,
But come fast,who knows, maybe my end is near,
Even though you never come my heart will love you
I will die with my heart filled with our citrus memories,
I will write the stories of my broken heart,
Inked by my tears, printed on time for centuries....
I will love you till my last breath,
I will love you till my last breath,
I will love you till my last breath,
😢😢😢
Jaya Kamble your reply touched my heart!!
Nice comments . If I were u I would be sad and I would also tried to stop thinking about her
😓😥😭
Hey,how are you now?
"أشعر بأني خطيئة على هذه الأرض، بأنني يجب أن أهرب من هنا، لكن من سيقبلني؟ وأين هذا المكان الذي لن يكون جزءً من هذه الأرض؟
ذات يوم أتمنى أن يدعني الجميع وشأني، أن أحلّق في سمائي، أرتدي الأبيض كغيمة وأموتُ في الوسع."
A woman in black hood
Lost in the dark woods...
Finds peace and harmony
In the lies of dreams symphony...
She stumbles across a grave
To find answers she did always crave...
She is heartbroken and betrayed
And asks if true love ever prevailed...
The innocent souls burried down deep
Hear her query , remorse and weep...
They say there is a dot of red
In every gray horizon...
You shall find your answer
Just walk around with a positive vision...
She then finds a ray of hope
In the specs of vibrant yellow...
She plucks them gently
As she now knows her love shall someday mellow!
Just one word BEAUTIFUL!
Ok now this was marvelous
Wow
Its amazing
Aaww
Around 3 years ago, I first came across this song. I still remember the feeling of wonder and awe I had as I listened--especially that part where the woman starts vocalizing. I got chills. Just earlier this week, my teacher tasked my class with creating a sonnet of any topic...so here I am! This song is definitely one of the elements of inspiration for my sonnet. Looking at the comment section, I can see so many others are inspired as well. THANK YOU, Peter Gundry, for inspiring so many of us.
-In the Depths-
Many a night, she lodged on the cliffed coast
As the waves battered the rigid, firm rocks
When lamps were lit and none left at the docks
Singing she was, to the tune of her ghosts
Prey of Cupid, she awaited him most
A fine sailor he was; how her heart locked!
Greatest Neptune, how low of you to mock!
She felt him so near, yet still nowhere close.
Twelve long years became twelve a couple more.
Time lost count as her earthen shell withered;
Still, she awaits, for love yet to return.
Familiar tunes for her darling sailor
Echoing o'er cliffs; her voice I have heard,
Though she now rests in the depths whence waves churn.
"إلى صوتي الأخرس إلى النبرة المتزعزعة في روحي وإليك.
لا يستطيع أحدنا أن يكون شيئاً آخر غير نفسه، إنها كذبة مملة ولكنها كذبة مبتكرة."
"ارتميت فوق سريري بقوة، أغوص في وسادتي، لا أريد أن أفتح عيوني لا الآن ولا في الغد ولا في أي وقت لعين، لا أريد أن أتنفس أو أتكلم.
وعوضاً عن أن أهرب أنا من كل شيء، أريد أن يهرب كل شيء مني.
لقد تعبت أريد أن أتبدّل أن لا أكون هذا الشخص الذي أراه في المرآة."
People are talking about the loves that they lost, but I do need to explain the love that I never reached.
My heart was punched, stabbed, kicked, in the end it was dead, I couldn't know what is love anymore, the fake love would lend me to more rejection and pain, that's the true reason I buried my heart, it was not to hide the pain of a loss, but to prevent the pain that would still to come.
I hope you're doing good now. I love you. Even if you ain't going good I still love you my stranger
😭😭
Yes same with me
I lost everything in my life
My love is gone
My heart is broken into million pieces
I couldn't know about love and feelings anymore
Just I live without reason
Same..i was being cheated for 4 years and I never knew..until it was too late..
Oh my, when I was informed 2 months ago that my dad died from corona in hospital, only then i realised what broken kicked stomped heart means
Hey everyone! Hope you are all well =) Here is a new Emotional piece called "Bury My Heart". Final version will be on a future album =) I hope you all enjoy it, please like if you do and enjoy your coming weekend!!
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Peter Gundry | Composer Fantastic! I know I say this a lot but amazing!
ETS Stealth I like hearing it every time Stealth =) Seriously though, thanks for always being a complete legend, really appreciate it
This is so charming and beautiful. Masterpiece.
THANK YOU so much!
Peter Gundry | Composer I'm going to share it in G+ thank you very much. keep it up
"المكان الوحيد الذي أحسستُ فيه بالوحدة
لم يكن عندما كنت وحدي،
كان حينما أحببت شخصًا، لم يكن يحبّني".
😢❤❤
It's so heartbreaking reading everyone's comments and knowing how the perspective of one's is totally different from the other. We all have different perspectives for everything indeed.
And then you wanted to show your awareness to that... Aunty! Ap to rehney hi do!
@@NotcoolNotcool 👍👍😂😂
Right we're all different.
THAT'S RIGHT. WE ALL ARE. EVERYONE HAS DIFFERENT OPINIONS AND BRIEFS...... WE ALL ARE.... Everyone is different, we all are....❤❤❤❤❤
Illusion
I was standing there on the edge of the world, looking at the graveyard of my beloved ones. As I was walking by, there was one I could not recognize the name. Maybe there was never a name there, maybe the time cleared it away or maybe that was my final resting place. I had made it a long time ago, I buried there my soul alongside my dreams and future. My feelings for her were right there, buried in front of the nameless grave. I had become a ghost, a shadow of my former self, waiting for her...waiting for that special person to get that shovel and start digging. I got out once, but could this miracle become twice?
Ηλίας Θεοδώρου these types of comments are so sappy it makes me cringe smh
Τι υπεροχο...
Ηλίας Θεοδώρου did you write this? it's amazing. please let me know about some other pieces that you wrote. I'm sure I'd love to read them all!
Hahaha alizeh imran yup its mine. I am writing dark fantasy novels in my native language though. Its not like i write often on english but i could translate something of the same style ^^
Ηλίας Θεοδώρου I would LOVE to read
إنني أتقيأ جُثث الكَلِمات الميتة داخِلي، إنني أرتوي مِن حُزنِ السَماءِ و أُخفيهِ داخِلي، إنني أتسلقُ إحدى القِمم ثُم أنزلِقُ خائِرًا، إنني لَحن الحَياة الميت، إنني أنا، عَلى قيدِ الحَياة أُنازِعُ وَحيدًا.
ممكن تقوليلي اسم المعزوفه أو اقراها فين؟
@@soskddx هاي روايه موجوده بالواتباد
@@DANOOUU اسمها؟
@@soskddx اسمهة: انا المعزوفة |TK
الكاتبه : Tiixfk
بس ترا الروايه شيبر لتاي وكوك
I'm in hate with this year, my dad is currently dying with cancer in his brain, we cannot visit or see him due to corona, my heart Lyla 🐾 was just taken by a coyote into the darkness never to be seen. And my house is full of they're memories and things. I think she may have saved my life 🐾❤️ because if I'd went outside first it could have been me. Yet my very soul weeps for her, as I try to breath keeping my head just above the surface. Drowning....
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Stay strong!
Stay strong
I'm busy battling with my anxiety and depression
Plz God protect us in this darkness😥
Keep fighting, be strong. You'll get through it, i'm sure.
You're as fucked as the rest of us, wake up and fight back!!!
اُحِبُكَ مِثْلَ النُّورِ يَا مَغْفِرَتِي ، مِثْلَ اِتْكَاِء الشَّمْسِ فَوْقَ بَشَاشَتِكْ ، اُحِبُكَ وَ هَذَا اِنْقِشَاعٌ هَائِلٌ لِلْحُزْنِ مِنِي ، وَ وَعْدٌ اَبَدِيّ ، لَا تَخْذُلُهُ بِدَايَة ، وَ لَا اَيُّ نِهَايَة ...
فَواعجبًا أنكَ لا تَدري..
Shes plucking the flowers of her true love! And keeping her/his memory alive in that way .
The music is sad. But you know what more sad?
The Comments... reading these comments made you remember at least one person who had left to another world☹️
Edgy
@@Exel3nce Stop with this edgy bullshit. Death, suicide and depression are not a fucking trend. They've always existed and are an agonizingly sad part of human reality. There's nothing cool or uncool about it. It's not a trend.
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إنني أنا المَعزوفة، و أنت هُو كاتِبي، إنني أنا دِيجور الخائِبين، و أنت هُو طِلائي الأبيض، إنني أنا تايهيونق، و أنت هُو جونقكوك، النارُ و الماء يَلتقيان، فِي حِرُوب المَشاعُر.
♡..
آه انا المعزوفة ♡
إشتقت لِشتاءِ المَعزوفة، برِفقة هذهِ المَعزوفة العَظيمة و المُذهِلة.
😭❤
كان أجمل شتاء مر بي
Hey guys, the final high quality mastered version is now available on my new album "Don't Wake Me Just Yet"
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Beatiful ❤️
Peter Gundry | Composer some people copied your video. Just to let you know because it doesn’t belong to them and I want you to get the credit because you’re the one who composed it.
Peter Gundry | Composer how to upload our songs in iTunes?
How do u make these?
@Peter Gundry : Dude that's awesome, it makes me think of another sad composition, I can remember neither the title nor the composer. It was long ago, but the beginning was like this song, almost epic dramatic win battle but lost brother/clan member kind of song. Make me sad because it was a great composition, and yours is in the same theme. Anyways, as always your music is just awesome.
This music is accelerating my heartbeat.
I feel the magnificent effect of the gloomy weather..
Rabia Türkoğlu yes..
Rabia Türkoğlu haklısın
Exactly
It’s kinda slowing down mine
حَتى الكلِمات قَد غادرّت مِحجري، و حَتى أنتِ، غادرّتي، بصمتٍ، رغبتُ أن أسمَعَ صدى خُطواتكِ-لآخِرّ مرّة- و لٰكنكِ يا عَزيزة الرُوح كُنتِ صامِتة -مِثلَ ذهابُكِ تَمامًا-
(انت مثلى تماما ضائع فى احجبه نفسك فلماذا لا تاتى الى ?) المعزوفه مليانه مشاعرر😭😭😭😭😭
انا المعزوفة 😞💔 ذكرياتتتتت
I close my eyes to see you once more,
Your beauty was something to really adore.
I failed to protect your precious life,
Your heart was pierced by razorsharp knife.
I'll look for him to avenge my queen,
I won't fail, I remember his eyes' sheen.
I realised that mercy is the cruelest lie,
When the world just didn't let me die...
When I fall asleep, I feel you so close,
But when I wake, I'm full of remorse.
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Wooowww that was ... that was ... I’m ✨SPEECHLESS✨
Outstanding
This type of Orchestra made me a lesson and i feel myself at a glance.this witch heart me more...i think one day we all turn in to as like her, when our fav person passed away.
تأخذني بعيداً إلى زمنٍ لا أريد حتى تذكره إلى الموت الأبدي
حين فارقتني في بقيعٍ من الأحزان
كان الناس من حولي لا يفهمون شعوري
دفنتك و دفنت قلبي معك كتذكار في حياتك الأبدية
ما عدت أشعر بدفئ الشمس
برد فؤاديَ الأجوف و انطفئ نور عينيّ
ولم أعد أرى الألوان بعد.
الله يصبرك ياخوي
@@قمربينالبشر-ح7ش شكرا.
الله يرحمها ويصبرك ، عندك حس ادبي جمييييل جداً
Хороший вкус. Клипы, музыка, здорово
دائماً اقرأ التعليقات لما اسمع لأي موسيقى وأحب طرحهم الأدبي، لكن فعلاً يكون شعور مختلف لما تقر الأدب بلغتك، يكون التأثير أقوى بكثير.
"أعلم أنها فكرة مجنونة ولكن أول مرة شعرت فيها بالإنتماء طوال حياتي كانت حينما التقيتك تحت مصباح منزلكم المعطّل بعيناك الشبحية وروحك القوية. ووحده العُمق في روحك، من سلب كلماتي مني."
انا المعزوفة 😞
"أظن بأنني ولدت هكذا منقسماً لأجزاء عديدة أعرفني ولا أعرفني، الخطأ الفادح أنني تجمعت وأصبحت أنا الآن."
You offered me your heart
Then you left and took two hearts with you
Now that i'm standing heartless near you
With a dark hole inside with no heal
I now know time shall decide
When my time will arrive
But i don't mind
I just wanna see you one more time
Before the memories turns to ashes
And the world forgets
That i carried your love for ages
That we ever existed
That you were my world
The only world that will never forget about me
I love you dear soul and I wish you the best!!💖💗💓💕🤝
@@ericbozwell7272 that's very sweet ! I love you for your kindness too dear soul ❤❤ always be happy
Is this written by you?
No
@@afiemon yes
When I listen to your music, I just want to be a bird, at night flying high above those clouds, heading towards the moon, seeing the beauty that no one pays attention to, and being invisible to the rest of the world.
Brother plz dont be gandoo
Just a picture , and just music ,yet i feel the character ,this artwork, it really captured that momentum and emotion state of the character. Both insane
I felt so emotional as I remembered my mother funeral few months ago. She literally had enlightened my life and I have learned a lot.
After her death, I feel darkness, fear and loneliness and can’t imagine how I’m going to survive in this cruel world.
I hope you are okay seriously
@@hiitsme2050 I’m feeling way better than before. Thank you so much
@@Samiolla thank you for replying 😭I'm so happy😊♥︎♥︎
I'm glad you're doing better. Dealing with the death of a loved one is hard, and I wish you the best moving foward ❤
@@UwUKawaiiAnimeFanUwU69 Thank you 🤍🤍
Harika bir duygu, his ile yapılmış bir eser. Özellikle yalnızken ve gece dinliyorsan aklın sadece yaşadığın kötü anıları hatırlıyor. Maalesef hayat bu galiba.
Bu hayat hala öyle mi?
"oh , mother . I was born different. Everyone abandoned me , though i was a highborn. It was you who supported me. And now as you are at rest . I am alone . I am afraid . I am at doubt. But deep inside I know you are with me . This mortal life has taken you away. I can't change that but your memories will be cherished as long as I am alive. Thanku mother for everything.". A witch's confession.
This was beautiful. I'm writing my sixth novel and this music helped me through a scene where a dead man arrives at Asgard and is ascending to Valholl as he leaves behind all he knows. A bittersweet moment full of anguish that ends in transcendence.
TY, Peter for going to the depths of mood as you do! Many Blessings!
I’m surrounded by poems. POEMS EVERYWHERE!!!!!
Beautiful piece 😊
A woman wearing a cloak in black sat in front of a grave. Tears full of anger, sadness and hatred fell down her pale face.
With gritted teeth, she muttered, "I don't have the power to revive you my love"
She gripped the yellow flower in her hand, "But I have the power to eliminate those who did this to you"
With that, the church bells rung. But there is only one meaning when those bells ring.
The woman in black stood and stared down at the gravestone, "You were right", her eyes glowed with rage.
*It's time*
"Humans are such cruel creatures"
*The witch has come*
Okay this is pretty cool, not gonna lie.
I love dis too much
What were his actions? What are the peoples history with magic? What did he do in his last moments? Who was he associated with? I would like to know. It could change a lot about my view and others. So far I am undecided. What do you think?
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umm, you should really write a story out of this. It's interesting tbh!
Remember the days long time ago...
A girl walking down the empty street.
Her face was full of fear. She sang out the song she heard before.
She remembered the night when darkness come.
People running around. Screaming and crying. Houses burnt, bodies everywhere.
A familiar face in her front, her mother.
She wanted to save her mother but it was too late. Her mother couldn't breathe already.
Her mother sang the song to calm her down. She told the little girl just ran away as far as she could.
She ran and ran. She was tired. She was hopeless.
She fainted away.
This story was told by an old lady I visit every Saturday.
After telling the story. She sang out a song and stays with her mother forever.
"I felt a funeral in my brain".
Oh I felt it in my heart.
Dickinson 🙏🏻
" I felt a funeral in my brain, but my heart had already died"
Because you brain probably died :))
That's deep
He only made her think he died. He knew the road ahead was far too much for her pure soul. His was already blackening, hate slowly seeping in. This was all he could do for her, to save her. He turned away to not see her tears, for her smile is how he would remember her. As he took his first step out into the black, he let a sly grin loose. The memory of the warm sun already quickly fading, to which he turned to glance a final time...
"How odd," he thinks.
"Such a late hour for a woman to be out at the graves... What a lucky man to be remembered."
المعزوفة الي ارتبطت برواية انا المعزوفة، حنين كبير لأيامها.
كلماتها ولحضاتها تتراقص في مخيلتي كلما سمعتها
Hi
Where is everyone ?
How come I'm surrounded
by endless people
endless universe
full of stars
but yet,
I still fill
The
Loneliness is in my heart
Had a rough time lately with depression so this has been somewhat helpful, love this
مِثل غِصنٍ، سَقطَ بينَ يَديك، و أنت كَسرتهُ، فإرتداني الرَحيل.
😭💔
وَاَصْبَحْتُ غُرُوباً لَا نِهَائِياً
"Uzun zamandır dinlediğim bir şaheseri, ne zaman dinlesem karanlık yönlerimi açığa çıkarıyor..."🌙...
Hatırlatmak istedim tekrar dinlemeye gel😅🌸
Tekrar gel ex le patlarken bana yaşattıgı o duygusal anılarımi asla unutmam bu melodinin
Still listening my guy? Just giving you a little reminder
Bence yine gel dinlemeye.
Почему вы не ответили на комментарий,что с вами случилось
Here's to all the broken hearts...cheers 🍻🍾
Pouring up at 8am here in San Angelo TX...cheers
❤🎉
This is so calming it makes me calm down so fast during anxiety attacks😭
On that piece of vast frozen land,
plants grew and bloomed at an abnormally fast rate.
Growing into forest of brilliant greens,
flowers gently swaying in the wind,
without even waiting for the spring,
as if they were giving their blessings.
Flickering underneath the night sky,
along with the stars above.
You, are my last lover
of the End of the World.
Know I'm a little late, but here's my take on this.
I'd like to think this women is some kind of unaging, undying being; A witch or perhaps a former princess, cursed with immortality. As such, she has bonded with, revered, and loved many people, as have they to her. All of whom, she ends up burying at this little grove. This little isolated spot deep in the forest, seeming to be untouched by time; much like herself. And as the centuries come and go, more graves are dug. And with each person she buries, she also buries with them a little part of her heart. A little piece of herself that has grown to love each and every person who finds themselves at slumber beneath this forest. However, she does not wallow in despair from the death in the air. No, for she carries with her the memories, life, and love of all who have come to know her. And for that reason, she continues to live. To seek out and provide, to the ones who most need it the most, love. As those at rest beneath this forest, have done for her.
Marvelous
imagine her forgetting about the long dead ones as centuries pass by. only being able to remember some blurry memories with no vivid face in it
When I hear this music, the atmosphere of winter comes with snow, wood, some fire, and an old wooden house like a hut. This is wonderful✨✨💔🤍
When hate turns into love , only music can describe it. You're compisition of music explains it all which cannot be explained by words.....
Bury my heart where you stand
So it will always rest at your feet.
It's been there since you stole it
And it fell out of your pocket.
You've never noticed.
Why should you?
You've always had enough of them.
So why bother loking back,
Nevermind me standing there.
Just bury my heart,
Don't walk on it.
Hole in my chest is big enough pain
That's actually really good! Did you write it? If so i think it's very well done.
👍🏼
I thought it was lyric, this so beautiful and so deep
Seni seviyorum canım kardeşim
I like it
"لقد أحببت الإحتماء خلف الصمت، أحببت أن لا يواجهني أحد بها، مثل الأحمق، مثل الجبان، أحببت أن أختبئ تحت معطفي خلف الكمامة، بعيداً جداً عن الآخرين."
I stare out over the deserted, empty landscape, all hope of other life lost on the long road behind me. So long ago, these now barren, strange lands were home to sprawling fields of green grass and sprouting ferns, flowing rivers and towering trees, willows and oaks so tall their canopies seemed to touch the clouds. Hues of green ranged from deep emerald to bright jade, and every shade in between. The blue of the sky reflected off of the vast oceans, and the deep reds, oranges and pinks of the setting sun blazed over the bright wheat fields. The snowcapped mountains to the north always brought water down in the ravine, so clear and clean you could see all the way to the bottom, and some salmon and turtles lazily floated past. But now, the bottom of the ravine can be seen, empty, dry and cracked open. The mountains, once filled with bears and beavers, and covered in deep, lush forest, are now barren, grey rock protruding grotesquely from the ground, an open wound in the black, cracked earth. Ihe trees are dead, muted browns and faded greys fading into dark. The sky, once dazzlingly bright and clear and open, now seems to fall on me like a grey blanket, drowning out the rays of the sun until only a faint grey glow of the once radiant blaze can be seen. The grass crumbles as I walk through it, the air is thick as the blood of my beloved, and I draw in a raspy breath, feeling the once cool, crisp air now brush by my lips in a hot, sooty rasp. I feel my lips crack open, all water long since dried up, and I fall to my knees before my home, destroyed, empty, hollow. I search inside myself, and realize that I am the same, a mirror image of my home. My heart has been ripped out, just as Earth's had. My soul is shriveled and dead, empty and grey, just like the trees. My feelings were swallowed up by the soot and ash invading my lungs, and my senses had long since faded, covered in the void of my world. A small rustle of wind rustled the grey grass beside my fallen knees, and I crumpled to it, falling down, and falling apart beneath the foot of the wind just as the grass had fallen apart beneath my own foot. my heart, buried in ash, falls 6 feet into the ground, but I remain, dead, flying away in the wind.
This little story just popped into my head out of the grey. It's totally unrelated to the image. I just let the music loop and typed out what came to mind. The title is mixed in a bit, but not too much, and everything in it is pretty much just what I see and feel when I listen to this song. Think of it as my thoughts personified through the incredible music of Peter Gundry.
Mason Farrell it goes Realy well with the music
This is amazing. 😇
This is absolutely beautiful, I hope you carry on writing amazing stories like this one !!!
For a man never forgotten
woah
If feelings are music, this is the feeling when you lost someone that you loved so much with all your heart and soul. The feeling that you know they still love you as much as you do and and that you could have had more beautiful moments with each other, but something happened and you just 'lost' him and there's nothing you can do about it, you can never bring that person back.
-Death might be harsh but I feel like that situation complements the music more.
This really made it's way inside in so many ways emotionally. You may have high scared walls around you because of what people have done ,yet music like this allways speaks right through them...this is beautiful and comfort for the soul .
It has been an emptiness slowly trickling in
My heart has been stretched thin since you have been gone
My patience and sanity receding
Wounds that you once touched ceasing their healing
A flower deprived of the sun
An unfinished work of art
...a nightmare I never woke up from after all this time
It feels like only yesterday the sands of time started falling
As we fell, I hope I made it up to you
Your words I ceased to hear I took for granted, all lost
In the vast realms
Where I pick up the shattered pieces, scattered
Whether or not I made it out into the clearing
With my burdens and nothing more
Ashes now linger in the air we once breathed
And my heart buried with yours
Forever...
This is beautiful! Your music is amazing I can't say this enough! ❤
Thank you so much Rosemary =) You look so much like a good friend of mine, i had to check three times that it wasn't her. Black hair, red lips, choker, everything haha =)
You're welcome and that must have caught you off guard. I also have a friend who looks like me people ask if we are twins! lol 😄
I am an identical twin so i know how that feels haha
can aslan Yorumumu Siliyorum Küfür Etmenin Ne Kadar Günah Olduğunu Anladım.
Beauty is theeye that believed never false harm
One day in your spiritual beginning, it is clear that you are dying, but this is not you. This is a part of you that can no longer stand before the light. Trust and hand it over to your soul and let it do everything. It is truly clear that it is only one option to truly arrive.
Etrafımı bu müzik sarmalarken hayslini kuramayacağım güzel bir gün yok. Sanki seninle konuşuyor gibi. Büyülüyor gibi. Dinliyorsun sadece. Hem hüzün hem de güzel günlerin umudunu hissediyorsun..🍂🌿
Why is everyone turning into Shakespeare?
The music is inspirational, my friend. And it makes one introspective, I suppose.
Cuz you can't
Hah gottem!
Unless and until u feel n go through pain don't make jokes or any useless statement
Only when you will lose someone or something important you gonna understand
@@grayice3502 I agree ! :(
Peter Gundry is an insane producer and composer. My guys is beyond imiagination!
thanks brother!
I love this piece, sitting in a dark room n listening to it gives me peace and inspiration to keep going in life. Thanks Peter 😃😊
Слушая музыку, я вижу образы пасмурного неба и умирающие цвета осенней листвы, великолепно)
What a beautiful description. You have a kind soul. Have a nice day. ☘
Я вижу Средиземье )
تو دیوونه ای با این آهنگ آسیب میبینی
@@islammatiev2621 а я вижу много красного сухого вина и жареную свинину на вертеле типа как пир горой и всё пируют вокруг!!!!
а я вижу много красного сухого вина и жареную свинину на вертеле типа как пир горой и всё пируют вокруг!!!!
"أنا لست أنا، ولأنني لست أنا تجتاحني رغبة البكاء الطويل رغم روعتي.
أجل، أريد أن أبكي لأنني لا أعرفني، لأن لا أحد يفهمني ولأني فكرة خطيرة لمن سيفهمني.
لأنني كل الأشياء.
لأن الحيرة تسكنني طوال الوقت
لأنني أحسد الطيور في السماء
لأنني أحسد من يغادر راكضاً وهو يعرف ماذا
سيكون في نهاية الطريق."
Depression maybe silent.
But it kills thousands of people every year.
Without us even knowing why..m
For why no eye? This hurts and what I seek pain has cut me deep of never understanding why I am the way I am DNA? It's not my fault just something I have grown to love a understanding of pain and why where did he go? In a land far from here for the reason he looks through the seasons in time he may find his way
Oh
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I'm always discovering another new composition. You are fantastic! I'm your fan. Thank you
Seu noms parece do Português. É de Portugal ou do Brasil. Achp
Kalbimi titretti bu nasıl bir eser
Benim de inanılmaz ..
wow I really needed this right now thank u for such beautiful music!
I have lot of music of this type in my channel you can check out...
I'm telling you just for helping propose
As i walked by her grave...after 7 years, not seeing that bright face or beautiful smile...that angelic voice of hers when she left i understood the true meaning of being alone left out in the darkest corner of the world...closing my eyes i saw her waving at me suddenly my tear came down knowing that i won't see her again for my final words to her "i will miss you..." i wish i was gone with you so we can rest together in the eternal after life .
😭😭😭😭😭🙁😦😧☹️😟😞😖
Mirotoro Gaming one day we will 🥩 again for a true understanding of what was real for not real love
Tonight I lay
Hoping for thing to change
Looking up at the sky
Filled with stars and bright moon
I feel the chilly breezes
And I close my eyes in peace
I loved how everyone did a story so I decided to do mine:
A wife gazed over a ghostly image of her dead husband’s face in a photograph. His image, beauty, and grace all preserved in one picture. She strokes the image with her finger as if she is staring upon it one last time.
A single tear drops on the photo while she says, “your still with me,” and sets the photo back down.
With her lips that were painted a shade of red, she kisses the photo. A red mark from her lips soaks in the picture. She sets it down.
As she puts it back in her drawer, she says, “But I have to let you go,” with a faint whisper. Next to the painting is a golden ring that is blanketed with dust like a forgotten memory.
The doorbell rings. The women washes away her tears, and shuts the door. She takes out a rustic key, and locks it. (To this day, it remains locked never to be opened again).
Her low heeled shoes click against the steps. With her firm hand, she opens the door. A man appears dressed in a black suit.
“Ready?” He asks. “Forever and always,” she says dramatically.
He has no idea what she meant, and takes her hand. They walk down to a slick black impala. He opens the door gentlemen like.
The woman gazes out the window wondering if she made the right choice. He shuts the door, and gets into the driver seat. They ride off into the sunset, never to go back ever again.
Any thoughts, suggestions, changes? I’d love to hear them! I just wrote what was on my mind the second I listened to this song. I hope you like it!
إنا المعزوفة 😭💔
مر 3 سنين على قرائتي للرواية
واليوم وصلي كتاب الروايه أخيرًا
واجيت ارجع اقرأها بس هل مره بكتاب ورقي بيدي وأسمع الموسيقى😭
يا حظك
من وين جبته
@@txtivz ان شاءالله يوم تشتري
@@vkllu هيه چانت فاتحه الحجز عن الكتاب وطابعه كميه خاصةً وخلصت قبل فتره
كُل فتره اتسوي طبع خاصةً لدول معينه
واني من العراق چنت
ممكن تدزيلي حسابهة ع انستا؟ @@_7.tk.
Imagine, the grave is her own metaphoric life and she is putting flower on it, each flower represents a wish or desire that she couldn't have it during her lifetime !
"أريد أن أغفو في مكان واسع يحملني مثل عيناك، سأشعر بالإكتفاء، إن دسستني فيها يومًا."
اشتقت لدموعي الي خلصتها على هالموسيقى .. والمعزوفة 3/>
تنزل دموعي مع الذكرى وأغني .. كنت روووووحي لما كان جوايا رووووح😢
بقرا المعزوفة هلا وبسمع هالموسيقي معها
قارية المعزوفة💔✨
جايكم من المعزوفه الى ضايل فيها كم بارت واخلصها😔💔
اخخ يحضك💔✨✨
2022 e ainda continua sendo o meu preferido ! 💚
An Empty Doll
opened her eyes slowly with a fake smile on her little sweet cold lips… hoping for a new day but its still the same day… stuck in her past while looking for her future… she sleeps again hoping this time it get warm… nothing changed its still the same day… a day after day she gets emotionless a day after day she is dying and a day after day she loses her vision… her vision of him… she cant see his reflection anymore… not in her memories not in her heart… an empty doll is what she is… black long hair with big wide eyes… white skin like a snow with a crack on her cheek that stops her from smiling… an empty doll that everyone admires her beauty and her colorful face with her pink cheeks… but inside she has no colors, inside she is just lost… lost in pain lost in her confusion and lost looking for her loved one… between all these arms that have been holding her and making her sitting on their laps… she looks around looking for that face that she have been always waiting for… that image and that reflection that she forgot… his vision… she still remember his voice whispering to her ears before she sleeps… “i love you baby girl”… she misses that voice… that voice that keeps her calm… that voice that keeps her insanity safe… an empty doll with scars all over… a hundred stories to tell from each scar... only her tears keeping her warm and only her tears keeps her company when she feels alone the most… an empty doll that covers her old scars an empty doll waiting to be saved from her loved one while she is being held from all these faceless people… bury my heart my love… bury my heart it belongs to you, was the last thing she said before she loses her last breath… bury my heart… bury my heart it belongs to you.
It's to the point. I feel every single word 💯
Just wooow 🤘🏼
İt made me fookin sad. Not thank u . Fxcku
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The music made me feel depressed and hurted,but the comments made me feel better,as know I realized that I am not the only one who is suffering . There is many things u can do if u feel the worst and try to do the best
She sat near his grave, tears of sadness and anger streaming down her eyes
"I'm sorry my love, I coudnt" she muttered, staring down at his grave.
She buried him here not long ago. Her eyes traveled trough the beautiful yellow flowers that had grown on his grave. She bented down and plucked one of the flowers from the ground, swirling it between her fingers. She let a single tear fall down to the ground, wiping the excess from her face.
"We may have failed, my love" she said trough gritted teeth "But I will not fail again" She putted the flower in her basket, taking it with her to her house near the woods. On her way back she could see the castle inb the distance. Her father's castle. She continued down the path, listening to the sounds of the nature around her. It felt like peace. Almost. She could never be at peace until they got what they deserved. She still felt the anger, boiling inside of her, feeling like it wanted to burn everything down but she couldn't. Not yet. Looking down at the basket, she smiled.
They woudnt know what hit them
Child: mom why beautiful people always die?
Mother: What flowers would you pick for me in the garden?
Child: *one of the most beautiful*
Underrated comment...
thank god i am so ugly gonna live forever
@@claudelorenzo8111 I did not say that the beauty there means external beauty, I wrote that she is a helpful and kind person. Because in the world always good-hearted people die.... 😔
@@redpants5928 cough cough I also did not specify that it was external, moreover benign and malign people alike die. Just because we perceive them as good or bad does not change their end, merely how we remember them.
I've seen this comment before so many times but this is the first time I cried to it. It just fits perfectly with picture for some reason
قارئين رواية أنا المعروفة لتايكوك أثبتوا وجودكم، كل الحب للكاتبة نيلي ولهذي المعزوفة الحزينة ♥️.
♡
A human does not die suddenly .. A human dies in stages .. One part of his body dies, then another organ follows in death .. Then it is the turn of the heart to die (figuratively) and the feelings die with it, and the person actually leaves.
In fact, we die when our hearts and feelings die, and how many people are alive among us, and in fact, they are dead.
Thank you Peter😇 You expressed our feelings through your great music, man.
I don't know why, but this reminds me of Aelin at Sam's grave (from The Throne of Glass Series). Amazing music, absolutely wonderful job!
xShadowTigeressx. My first thought was "oh god, Aelin at Nehemia's grave" and then my heart cracked a little bit
Shae W me too! that's why I clicked on this video.
xShadowTigeressx I like your profile picture xD
xShadowTigeressx OMGGG I WAS THINKING OF AELIN TOO!! I didn't know I'd find ToG lovers here. It looks like the scene where she was at Nehemia's grave too
you're not alone....it's so sad and dark like Aelin when Nehemia and Sam died... so heartbreaking
-mom-
Hi mom... i am am married now... i still remember the days... we would wear the same tshirt...
I still remeber you telling me stories before i go to bed. But i know you are in a peacefull place now...but promise me one thing dont ever ever forget about me....
If my time has come im gonna finally see you...
Wait for me mum
Just wait for me....
I will be there just wait
(I made this for one of my friends....)
💔
How are you? God bless u don't ever think that u r alone without your mum stay blessed with your wife 😟😟😟😟😟😦😦
I really cried by reading this.
@@Cutiepie-lo4gw aww...
Hi dad, I hope you are in peace. I too, one day I will meet you bey
RIP 2020/12/10 dady
ثَلاث سَنواتٍ ولازُلتِ معزوفتِي المُفضله السريَه التي أغار عليهَا من الذين يسمعونهَا.
O kadar güzel o kadar duygu yüklü ki hakkını vererek dinlemeli salya sümük ağlayın ulan hissederek ağlayın
çok güzel amk
En iyisi öyle yapmalı
Kesinlikle :)
Nasıl ağlıyorsunuz bu müziğe?
@@mustafa.ylmaz. eger içinden baya birikmişsen ve bu müziğe denk geldiysen kendi kendine ağliyosun zaten 😂
Bir müziğe bir duvar kağıdı bu kadar yakışır...
Dear Peter, it will never be enough to thank you.
Whenever I want to feel separated from this chaotic world, I always comeback to you, to this track.
Tears are rolling out while I typing this message...... Such a fantasy holding music..... Wow.......
I don't actually comment on videos but this music made me to do so.,..
Love from India.
my story life in total was just explained by this music. I'm glad this comes under my recommendation. This is such a beautiful & dark piece of art. Really love it. Somehow it reminds me of penny dreadful.. but in the end I die but gain peace.. Thanks fr making great music for our soul..