Painted

I am slowly walking through an art gallery.
Thousands of worlds in frames pass me every day.
Some in the future, some in the past.
Everyone beautiful in their own unique way..
Brushstrokes of fine beauty, think and thin.
Colors mixed in a regal fashion, swirled and scratched.
Pinks, blues, yellows, reds and purples..
concocted in a way that is art.
Small, fine hairs from the used paintbrushes,
stuck like a fine coal of fur in the clumps of paint.