Karolina Ristovska is participating in the International Literary Creation Competition, 7th Edition, from Skopje, North Macedonia and is 10 years old. We thank her for her participation and wish her success.

Ballerina

The stage is shining for April Fools' Day,
Everything is ready for comedy to play.
Behind the curtains, real drama is running,
A little ballerina in a dusty closet is hiding.

This poem is a beautiful mess,
April Fools takes its rightful place.
Let's play this twisted game—
Who doesn't crave a little more glory and fame?

The guitars unleash their riffs, the drums play on their own,
The lead singer is busy with her well-known hum.
Enchanted costumes and make-up are all set,
The director is coming—please don't be upset.

Soothing herself with a sip of tea, that beautiful girl,
Wrapping herself in invisible fur.
Everyone is clapping, everyone is smiling,
But she doesn't know yet—
They slipped her a sleepy poison pearl.

Is she the real star of this comedy play?
The stage is waiting for her—or is there a delay?
"Wait!" someone shouted, "I heard a koala snoring behind the stage!"
Shall we dance, or open a circus cage?

I don't know how it's going to end,
I think you know, my dear friend.
You think I prank you? Trust me, I don't.
I'd reveal it all... but I totally forgot!


Star

At midnight's hush, when darkness reigns,
And silence softly hums refrains,
Upon the edge of endless skies,
A tiny star begins to rise.

She sparkles with a graceful light,
A silver jewel in velvet night.
So small, yet fearless, calm, and bright,
She fills the heavens with delight.

A little girl looked up in awe
As magic drifted near her door.
Stardust twirled upon the breeze,
Like whispered songs among the trees.

"Dear little star, what is your name?
No two bright souls are quite the same.
Your gentle glow, your golden fire,
Fills every heart with sweet desire."

"High among the clouds," she said,
"Where dreams are softly tucked in bed,
Upon a pillow made of light,
My soul takes wing each peaceful night.

My sisters dance beside me there,
We paint the heavens bright and fair.
Together we watch the world below,
And fill young hearts with hope's warm glow.

Through every dream and every sigh,
We whisper wishes from the sky.
We shine with love, both near and far,
For every child beneath a star."

Now comes the time to say goodbye,
My little sparkle, don't you cry.
Close your eyes and make a wish,
Wrapped in moonlight's gentle kiss.

Let peaceful dreams your heart embrace,
And carry you through time and space.
Unfold your wings of fantasy—
Fly forever, wild and free


The Old Piano

Silent whispers rise through the night,
The old piano softly reveals its light,
Waiting patiently to tell its story,
To play once again in all its glory.

A gentle sound reaches the child's soul,
The little eyes begin to glow.
The melody opens magical worlds of music and art,
A tender symphony of emotions fills every heart.

A new touch, a new sparkle it brings,
A familiar sound rises as the melody sings.
Wherever life may lead, the old piano proudly stands,
A brilliant star rewarded with clapping hands.