Found Poetry - From Wall, A Prologue --> Something Else

Here is my first attempt at "blackout poetry:"

 Unfortunately, the image isn't the greatest.  It reads:

It was black-and-white neatly trimmed sorrow.
She was smelling the rain that fluttered down from the autumn sky.
The two, each eyeing the other,
wondering which of them was to begin the conversation. 
The evening air was grey cotton.
A girl.
A boy.
She shook her head;
Now ignoring each other, scanning the wet grass.

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