As order became her CHAOS, Joy became her pathos. When her BLISS was amiss, She sulked without a hiss. For her though, the dews of PETRICHOR, Unfailingly opened new register. JOY IN JAN: 8 AT WORD POEM CHAOS, BLISS, PETRICHOR #yqbaba #newwritersclub #aestheticthoughts #atwordpoem #joyinjan #jij_gdoc #giftsydorcas #nature