Ghosthunters and Spiritualists
Through the years
I have heard stories and
Had myself strange occurrences
I can only call bizarre
In my heart of hearts
I have come to only one conclusion
There is no need to describe the world
in terms of black and white
What is the use of being categorical
When it’s only a matter of time
When we cross over
And answers will become crystal clear
It’s senseless to point the finger
And say you are wrong and I am right
We have enough conflict on this planet
Without finding fault with the unknown
AP: 3rd place 2020
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