The Streets Of Sweden Poem by Micah Krahn

This poem is about my experiences in the streets of Sweden.Buildings in the capitol of Stockholm, cloud the city streets; like stacked up moving boxes.

Sweden is a goddess and an empress, her vast beauty lain before your eyes, so that the only, words that escape your lips is a voiceless whisper of wonder and awe.

Intimate apartments, stacked one by one, below, above and beside each other; paved with unique charm on her captivating cobblestone lanes like bluebirds on a telephone wire.

Elegant and quaint, cozy and touristy; makes this home away from home far too hard to resist.

From the extravagantly enchanting Milan Cathedral to the bold Drottningholm Palace to which Swedish architecture has no compare.

Arches and tunnels, steeples and statues, canals and fjords, if this is where my heart belongs, where does my soul dwell?

The streets of Sweden, have called friend to many. Athletes and Celebrities, Royals and Common folk.

My soul oh my soul, where do you dwell? In the Streets of Sweden my lovely forgotten love


July 11,2013