The fog hung low,

but their spirits were twirling above,

absorbed in a type of relation that could only be described as complete.

Grey clouded their vision in the low wisps hanging about the air

but the path seemed to be contouring to the steps they took,

molded by the strength of the souls.

And mad as it seemed they walked through the streets merrily;

propelled by the bond they held.

As strange as it may be they knew not even of each other's names

but it mattered not names are simply ways of defining an individual by societies hand.

So the night was spent hand in hand; in all madness.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
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