A quadrille for the Secret Keeper’s challenge. It sounds to me like something the oracle might have whispered.
This week’s words:
YOUNG | OUTCOME | ENTER | HERE | WATER
Water beneath the bridge, you say, carries worries away.
But on what shore does the tide abandon them,
To sink roots, nurture young shoots?
Enter here, roars the river, leave hope for the foolish.
Nothing fades but it leaves a ring of grime behind.