The devil speaks not of trickery,

as the tales make it out to be.

I saw her limping towards

a better tomorrow

with the company of

ageless confidence.

The firmness of each step

unclustered a plethora of roots

waiting to seize the cradles

and flourish from all directions.

The devil, and her horns,

are not of trickery.

Witness the Cosmopolitan.

By: Carlos Vélez

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