Finding Prudence

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Where have you been
the son of the wisdom
The home was abandoned in mighty old storms

Where have you been
the daughter of patience
The garden ran riot in ample old rains

The house now stands numb
with walls once adorned of infinite fables

The rooms now hold ice
with desks once so crowded of luminous thoughts

Where have you been
the heiress of insight
the time has grown crucial to settle back in.