Snows of time

Tracks of the foot,
a printed piece under,
a place out of time,
layered by snow.

Can you find home,
chasing the wonders?
I hope that you find,
what you need to know.

Being inside,
hides from the hunter.
The prey wont survive,
as arrow leaves bow.

Spirits of wise,
drink the soul's plunder,
when words in a line,
design new your road.

A code of the time,
standing in front for,
we never could buy,
the end of the show.

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