I see everything that
reaches the sky,
But limited only in
my eyes.

I hear everything that
travels in the wind,
But limited only in
my ears.

I feel everything that touches
the surface,
But limited only in
my hands.

I taste everything that
is tasteless,
But limited only in
my tongue.

I smell everything that
produce hardship,
But limited only in
my nose.

Everything is limited,
My words are limited.

Only my imagination
that makes my poem
limitless.