Sylvia Prinsloo

Rookie (15 January 1965 / Pretoria)

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I had a very happy childhood. My parents are still married so I did not grow up in a broken home. I went through a lot in life. In 1998 I started to write poems and do paintings. This was all because after my husband comitted suicide. I think I always had talent and just needed something to trigger the talent. I am so glad that God has given me this talent that I want to share it with ... more »

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How Neat Your Life

At the end of the rope
Big brown hazel eyes
I want to stand still
And listen to the cries

Soft as a newborn lamb
Warm as a big bon-fire
Blue as the bluest sky
Like in your hearts desire

You can shape your life
Just like you want to know it
You can change your path
Or else completely blow it

Crimson roses just for me
Hearts so pure and neat
The sound of lively music
Come listen to the beat

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